Rehhreh got up eerly tooday to go skateen. I haff seen it on teevee but not reel life. I don't lyke the cold. I did lyke the teevee last week. She watches everee yeer in the winter. The white serfass has littel peeple jumpeen and goeen fast. I tap my paw on the pikkture box. It's fun! Then they go and sit and a voyce talks over whut the skateers did. I don't understend that part. I just lyke the jumpeen.
I must kunfess that I haff chooed her skate lases. I can't reesist anytheen that luks lyke streeng, so I bite them. I can't help myself and wish I cud stop. Oh well. Don't tell my too-legger. She's theenks it's Kashi. Hss hss hss i'm so misscheffus!
A straynge habbit of mine latelee is sitteen under the lamp. It's warme and I lyke it. Rehhreh trys to skwoosh me, but it dussn't werk. I go back to my orijinel position. It makes me feel like Eejypt's Sfinx. After all, cats suppozedlee came frum Eejypt, so I medetayte. It's very reelakseen. It's gud to find yurr inner panther. Veree groundeen. Butch always told me that yurr eether a lyon or a panther--prowd or stalkeen. He wuz deffenetly prowd. I lyke to pownce on theengs. I'm funnee that way. The other cats lissened to him, thoo. I don't haff that talint. Not yett, aneeway. Maybee I shud werk on been more prowd? Theer's a thaut...
Well, I haff to go back to the wendoo. Sparroos haff arrived. Hopefelly, they haff babee nests.
See yoo later!
love
dexter
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